Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

2 Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

6 How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!

How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,

I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

9 and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.